stay awake with me {the story of a broken heart & the open road}

{some stories write themselves. in a rush, fingers and thoughts and words tumbling over one another almost faster than you can capture. some stories are stubborn, held tight, refusing to come to light no matter how hard you push. still others come easy, like water flows, but only if you respect …

15 things to do on your 39th birthday - by Jeanette LeBlanc

15 things do when you wake up on your 39th birthday.

{Time now, it flies by. The days and months and years blend into one another. The words seem to take a backseat more than they should. This post was written on October 8th – my 39th birthday. It was a response to my post from last year, when the morning of …

all the proof i will ever need.

{for Monique and her beloved James, on the day of their wedding} [soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/128517229″ params=”color=ff6600&auto_play=false&show_artwork=true” width=”100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /] It is no secret That this heart of mine Has broken Enough times That I’ve made A serious investment In a variety Of materials That promise to patch Things up For …

let the longing of your holy body lead you home - jeanette leblanc

give yourself over to the night.

What are you doing right now? Stop it. Sit down. Exhale. Let it go. You don’t need to clean the kitchen. You don’t need to finish that email. You don’t need to do anything but give yourself over to the night. How could you best love yourself right now? What …

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And Still. Always. Again, You Rise.

We don’t, not any of us, get to this point clean. We’re all dirty and ragged. Rough edges and sharp corners. Fault lines and demolition zones. We’ve got tear gas riot squads aiming straight for the protest lines of our weary souls. Landmines in our chests that we trip over …

Julianna Amelie Grace – 8 years

My Julianna Amelie Grace. Eight years. How is it possible? We’ve sure lived some life together since then. More changes than I ever could have imagined possible on the stormy night you were born. More joy. More sadness. More celebration. More heartache. More crazy, brilliant, goofy, silliness. Transition after transition …